A/N Ok, short update. i have the next chapter typed up...i just need a review...
This chapter is dedicated to xoxDANGEROUSxox because she was my first and only review last chapter. THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Kara's POV
Another day safe. We had been running from St. Vlad's Academy for three years now. Presciliana was holding up, but I didn't know how long we could last. Just last night she woke up from another terrible nightmare. I can't even remember the last time she slept peacefully through the night.
"Kara?" Presciliana's voice sounded behind me, bringing me out of my revere.
"What's up?" I asked, turning around to look at her. She was very pale, and looked hungry. "Why didn't you tell me you were thirsty? Come here." I pulled the collar of my shirt down and almost exulted at the look in her eyes.
Moroi venom is very powerful, and the endorphins it releases gives the feeder an amazing high…it's very easy to become addicted to it. I had been feeding Presciliana for three years, every other day, and had been protecting her for much longer than that.
You see, I'm a dhampir, and Presciliana is Moroi, actually, she's a princess. dhampirs do not have fangs or anything like that; they are simply better evolved humans who are trained to protect Moroi at all cost. Think of us as half-human half-vampire.
Moroi are like super vampires. They have fangs and drink blood, but are very frail and rare, for lack of a better word, and require the help of dhampirs like me. Presciliana works with earth magic, and, while she seems kick ass, she is very fragile.
I had been learning how to protect her against Strigori when we escaped from St. Vlad's Hell. Strigori are Moroi, dhampirs, or even humans who have sucked all the blood from a human, killing them. When people are turned into Strigori they are the walking dead. They are very dangerous and hard to kill. I had never killed one, but I knew that they were very fast, faster than trained Dhampirs, and the best way to kill them is with a silver stake through their heart, but beheading will also work.
When Presciliana finished feeding we got ready to go to school. Since Presciliana could not go into the sunlight we went to high school at night. We were both seventeen, but went to school as 16 year olds. Tonight we had to go to the first day of high school at Johnson High School, a new school that was the first in this area in San Antonio to offer night classes.
"Ready to go?" I asked Presciliana with a smile, slightly druggy due to the bite.
"Yeah," Presciliana laughed, "let's go."
And we were off to high school hell.
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